The Persuasion Of A Friend Is A

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

The Fates Have Given Mankind A Patient Soul.

For Too Much Rest Becomes A Pain.

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.

It Is Not Possible To Fight Beyond Your Strength, Even If You Strive.